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Rocket??
You're obviously drunk.
A slightly wet night air sprinkled Sword's body with cold as soon as he closed the balcony door. The loud music in the room became a little quieter. It turned to a extraneous muffled sound that was easily damped by the crickets, wheels of the cars and rare conversations from strangers downstairs.
The young men were on the birthday party of their mutual friend - Slingshot.
However, somebody seemed to have lushed too much.
Rocket was hunching over, leaning on the railings. He was holding something in his hand, looking straight into the black sky. He didn't even understand what exactly Sword was muttering behind his back, but he could clearly feel his presence.
He brought something to his face again. Sword could feel a caustic smell of tobacco.
He coughed.
"Rocket?! Since when do you even smoke?? Umm, I mean, where did you get the cigarettes from?". Sword leaned on the railings next to Rocket in an attempted to get his attention.
Rocket finally turned his attention to Sword. A shy smiled spread on his face. He tilted his head slightly to cover it.
A sonorous laughter sounded in response.
"I stole a whole pack from my father, can you believe that??" Sword caught the laugh from the foolish joke too. It would most likely seem silly in a sober condition.
"So, you have a whole pack?" Sword was interrupted.
"You wanna try?"
Rocket leaned on the railings and looked at Sword with a smirk. The other one hesitated. "
Umm...not really. What of dad finds out??"
Rocket came closer. So close that he could feel his breathing. Sword made an attempt to increase the space between them, only to bump into the metal railings. Rocket pulled out one cigarette from his pocket and lit the filter.
"Are you sure you know how it's done??"
"Pff, 'course." Rocket put the cigarette into his buddy's mouth. A few awkward for Sword moments passed.
"I don't feel anything." He mumbled. Rocket rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Oh, you just don't get it." Rocket pulled the cigarette out of his buddy's mouth, dropping it down.
The shy smiled returned to Rocket's face. He put his arms on Sword's shoulders. The blue eyed man put his hair behind his ear, whispering.
"C'mon Sword, relax."
Sword breathed in a little, clearly wanting to say something as his lips were covered.
Sword crouched even lower in the railings. He obviously wasn't expecting this to happen. Rocket was touching his lips as a leech. He could feel the sweet taste of alcohol and the smell of the cigarettes stolen from Zuka some time ago. The couple of moments felt like an eternity for Sword.
The soft lips came off of him all of a sudden.
Sword looked Rocket in the eyes, making him laugh.
The brown eyed asked, jockingly offended.
"What's so funny?!" He got a rather caustic response.
"You're standing still, could've at least closed your eyes!"
The next kiss was deeper, the awkwardness in their actions almost disappeared. Sword put his arms around Rocket's neck, smiling softly into his lips.
The street noise and once loud music has dissolved in the air long time ago.
Sword kissed Rocket harder, deeper as the door handle cracked a rather sharp sound.
A disheveled head with blue cat ears appeared in the doorway.
"Guys, I don't mean to interru-" His gaze fell on the two figures that literally scurried onto each other. His eyes widened.
Sword spotted the stranger immediately. He got off of Rocket. The brown eyed blushed hardly, his face anxious. He seems like he could cry from shame.
Rocket was standing at a loss, until he glanced at the sligshot miserable face of Sword.
He laughed mockingly, unable to say anything through laughter.
A nervous "sorry" was muttered, before the door closed awkwardly.
The kisses on the balcony lasted for a long time.
This was overall warmer than usual.
At least for them.